My last haircut was in mid-December, and I've spent the last few weeks sporting the Sam the Sheepdog look. It doesn't seem likely that I'll be able to get to Columbus to see Aamanda, my haircut person, too terribly soon. So I took matters into my own hands, over the sink in the bathroom, with some sticky fabric scissors. Some things never change. As you can see, I didn't do a terrific job but at least I can see things now.
Also, I bought some new mascara that is positively unsane. It pretty much screams "don't take me seriously", which is I think what most ladies are looking for in a mascara.
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